Marty Willson-Piper - Idiots lyrics

Arms--aching like an arrow

Wounded wing

Shot--sinking like a sparrow

Spiteful king

Drowning hopeless in the water

Diving in the clouds

Crumble to the ground for

We're all upside down

Chased--eaten by the empire

Silk and sin

Blocked--broken by the church choir

They won't sing

Barricaded in the graveyard

Shields of the holy dead

Who can stop the army

Spill the blood they shed

Black--darker than the evening

Colder than snow

White--brighter than the daylight

Flowers won't grow

Someone should have mixed

The paint pot a wonderful grey

Just talk amongst yourselves

There's so much to say

Who's listening to idiots anyway